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Monday, September 23, 2013

French thrifting, gardening and harvesting.

{Bruyere}

As usual, the weekend went by way too fast. Or maybe it's because I feel like nowadays I only really get one weekend day with Doc, and then have to spend Sunday as my recovery day. Le sigh. Who knew non-drinking fun could be so exhausting?

{Feeling very Beastie Boys-esque in our reflection}

Where Saturday was filled with French thrifting, gardening, and buying some necessary items for mama and Homekid, Sunday was spent in my pyjamas, watching college football games from the day before, and wishing I had the energy to go outside and play. Or cook. Or wash my hair. Or just feel like a human being in general.

I've been trying to not let myself become discouraged by my complete lack of energy and general ability to move my bigger self through space, so we've been focusing on little projects that I can actually accomplish. For instance, on Saturday we picked up some Mache plants to start our winter lettuce garden with...

...and I obsessed over all of the bulbs I would plant if we had any actual land to plant them in. Oh purple Allium, one day you will be mine!

I've also been going through some serious thrifting withdraw, since I haven't had the energy to go all the way into Geneva on Saturdays for les puces, so we've been trying to hit up the local scene for sweet vintage finds. I was so excited when we found this needlepoint, with it's vibrant colors and old timey French scene (except for the one house with the white picket fence, I don't quite get that...), I knew we absolutely needed it for Homekid's room. And for just 3 euros, it was a no brainer.

On this same trip we also found a wine carafe that says "Vin de Pays," (which means "Wine of the region"), a large white Swiss-made porcelain soup tureen with a lion head on each side, a pretty robin's egg blue milk glass vase, and surprisingly (and to Doc's absolute delight), a black Eastman left handed infielder's glove, child size and already broken in. The baseball glove was such a bizarre find here in France, how could we NOT pick it up? When we went to pay, we realized that everything together, including the needlepoint, cost all of 10 euro. Winner winner poulet dinner!

That brings us to Sunday. It amazes me that I'm so surprised each and every week that I feel horrible on Sunday. As if I still have some glimmering hope that all of sudden my super pregnant self is going to be doing somersaults out the door to the market.

Luckily Doc has been an incredibly doting papa-to-be, and always makes sure that Sundays are as easy for me as possible. (He is, it should be noted, NOT continually surprised that I feel horrible on Sundays.) He picks up fresh bread and boulangerie treats from my favorite boulangerie, makes sure there is plenty of food being made for Homekid and I, and helps me with projects I want to get accomplished, but might not have the energy to do on my own.

{Harvesting figs}

This Sunday that project was to start pressing some fig leaves from our fig trees in pots on the terrace. We've got some ideas for them, and I can't wait to crack open the flower press in a few weeks to see how they turned out. The only question is, what will come first, the dried fig leaves, or Homekid?